“I’ve got the promise of a good sum from that rich lawyer, and as soon as we get it, we’ll clear out and go to Californy, and hunt up John and when we find him I’ll let him know that Meg ain’t to be fooled with in this fashion.”
She uttered these words bringing her hand down on the table with a force that set the old, cracked dishes rattling.
“I wouldn’t mind to beat the whole of ’em,” said Crisp, “but there’ll be a job on hand to do it.”
“Yes, yes, but let me tell you that Meg and her boy Crisp can do it. There’s John—after all the promises he made see how he stuck to his word. He’s got the money and we can’t help it till we find him; then see, my boy, then see.”
“I s’pose he lives like a king,” said Crisp.
“Well, he will not feel so grand when he sees old Meg walk in his parlor.”
“Ha, ha,” laughed Crisp, “I’d like to see the color of his face when it is done. Then there’s Rene; I wonder what she means by keeping in the shade as she does.”
“Why, you don’t expect her to come here, do you, now that she’s run away with Brunswick,” said Meg.
“Why, no; but if she knew what was good for her she would do a little better by us than she does. It would be a fine thing for her, wouldn’t it, if we told her husband the whole story,” said Crisp.
“That’s just what I’m going to do,” said Meg, savagely. “I’ve promised to go when the lawyer sends for me and tell him all I know about his wife. I suppose 301 he would give his eyes to find her—the hypocrite that she is.”